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My family brought me home today-cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was "full of charm".
I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys;
they played with me and laughed with me and showered me with hugs.
The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them, all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks, often several times a day,
they even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.
These are the things I'll not forget-a cherished memory.
I now live in a shelter...without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the difference between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag; for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.
They said that I was "out of control" and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't time.
I wish that I could change things... I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an "allergy", then they each kissed me good-bye.
If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup.
I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
"You only have one day left," I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance?
Do I go home today?
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